The world bows beneath her power
See the Shining City on a Hill
Bursting with effervescent glory
Crying aloud unto the Heavens
Her spires and gossamer towers
Threatened by Hatred and Karmic Debt
Returned to Sender with postage due
Two centuries of Death and Destruction
Whisper promises of retribution
From the mouths of ex-slaves
The eyes of mummified aboriginals
Dancing around the White Buffalo
As African Hurricanes batter
The edifices of Capitalistic Greed
Bend and sway beneath the weight
Of Glory's Call
Topple and crash into molten pools
Of narcissistic selfishness
Spirits of the Dead rise up
Calling to their progeny
Living as Slaves of the New World
Technological Haints lurking
In the Netherworld beneath
That Shining City on a Hill
Acting as Demogogues of the
Adminstration of Hell
Words called forth by Pundits of Pain
Who tell Rhetorical Stories that solidify the lie
And consolidate the Destruction of
The New World Order
Mystery Babylon implodes
In a cataclysm of recrimination and guilt
These False Gods of Human Conception
Burn in the hellfire of their own sins
Undulating in masturbatory masochism
As thier world crashes around them
The Earth witnesses from the safety of distant shores
While nuclear fire burns unto the Heavens
And the Lord of Hosts proclaims a Reign of Peace
And Ultimate Power over those who know not
His Name
Mystery Babylon
Thy ways are demonic
Thy pleasures of the flesh
Thy excesses horrific beyond compare
Repent of thy sins against Creation
For the day draws near when
The Meek Shall Inherit the Earth
Those who have fallen behind shall go first
Those downtrodden masses shall trample
The Shining City on a Hill
Beneath feet encrusted with
The Blood of Centuries
The Gore of Lifetimes
The Tears of Eternity
Mystery Babylon shall fall
And the Glory of God will be
Sung unto the Seventh Heaven
That Place of Peace
Surrounded by clouds of Silver and Gold
While Hosanna rings out
Shattering the sky with chords of ethereal beauty
A chorus of Angelic harmony
Fluent
In the Key of Life
“We’re going to use nine megaton warheads in space and we’re not sure they’re large enough to be effective. Why would you even consider using kiloton-range surface-to-air warheads as back-up?” The answer was succinct. “Because they’re all we have.”
This is the second novel in Frank P Ryan's acclaimed fantasy series, The Three Powers. The first in the series, The Snowmelt River, is a top ten epic fantasy bestseller on amazon.
Doc
Very good.
Peg